Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.